Before the knee injuries, shoulder muscle tears, back strains, and all the other general aches and pains that come with living on this planet for 50-plus years, there was once a time that I wanted to be on the police SWAT team. I was in my twenties, lean and healthy, and I still had that young person’s feeling of immortality. In other words, I was young and stupid.
The Hillsborough Police Department (HPD), where I worked at the time, did not have their own SWAT team. We were too small. With only 20 or so people working for the agency, it was not possible to fund and train our own emergency response team. Instead, we requested to be part of the San Mateo County SWAT team.
They trained us and, in return, we agreed to send SWAT trained officers to assist the County during any emergency call-outs. It was a good deal and benefitted both agencies.
HPD’s goal was to have two SWAT-trained officers on each shift. This was a bit tricky since most of our shifts only had three or four people total. Between trying to schedule time off for training and the high failure rate of SWAT candidates, we were lucky to have one officer on each shift with the desired certification.
After a few years with my department, I advised my supervisors that I was interested in attending the training. They put my name on a list, then told me that before I could go, I needed to meet certain physical requirements before I could attend the training.
I was told that I needed to be able to run 2 miles in under 15 minutes, complete 50 pushups in under a minute, complete 60 sit-ups in under 2 minutes, do two pullups while wearing a 40 pound backpack, and qualify as “marksman” in both the pistol and rifle.
With a bit of work, I was able to achieve each of these goals.
So, what made me think about SWAT physical fitness requirements after all these years? Let me tell you.
The other day, I got up and went for a two-mile run through my neighborhood. When I was done, I was feeling pretty proud of myself that I had finished the two miles in under 20 minutes. That was when I realized that I was still 5 minutes slower than my pace for the same distance 30 years ago.
That doesn’t bother me too much, especially since I know I’m fortunate to be running at all after the beating my body took for so many years. 20 minutes is a freaking Olympic gold medal performance for me these days. It did, however, get me thinking about the other requirements on the list and how well I have held up over the years.
I no longer hold “marksman” certifications at the range. I can still hit a target when I absolutely must, but my accuracy has slipped the tiniest bit over the past few years. In fact, the nicest thing one of the department range masters has said to me in years is, “Well, Sarge. I’ve seen you do worse.”
Not exactly SWAT-worthy I suppose, but at least I passed.
I can still do 50 pushups. It just takes me a few hours and several rest periods to manage it. Same thing with the 60 sit-ups, and that’s only if you count lying on the floor and bobbing your head back and forth as a sit-up.
I discovered that I can still do two pullups, but that’s if I’m standing on the 40-pound backpack instead of wearing it. I’m already carrying around an extra 40 pounds that I didn’t have when I was 25 years old, so wearing a weighted backpack is just redundant anyway.
Besides, I can’t think of a time in my entire career that I’ve ever run into a pullup emergency. I’ve never shown up on a call for service and had somebody say, “Officer, you have to save his life! You just need to grab onto that bar and pull on it until your head rises just above it!”
Not once in 25 years.
Basically, I’m not exactly ready to pass a SWAT physical agility test anytime soon. Not that I really have any desire to do so. These days, the only emergencies I have to respond to are mad dashes to the store because I’ve run out of something I needed to fix dinner. And sometimes, I’m not even up to doing that.
I’m just happy with my morning 20-minute run. I don’t need anything more.
If anyone is wondering whether I ever joined the San Mateo County SWAT team, the short answer is:
No.
The long answer is:
… No.
By the time my turn came around to go to training, my wife got a job in Sacramento and I had made the decision to move there with her. My bosses told me they were not going to pay to send me to training just so I could take that skillset to another agency. I guess I can’t argue with that logic. Why buy a chauffer a brand-new car just so they can drive someone else around in it?
Now, you’re probably wondering if I ever went to SWAT training with Sacramento County.
Nope. Didn’t do that either.
By this time, I had two little girls in the house. After spending every free moment of my time chasing EM1 and EM2 around, I decided occasionally getting some sleep was more important than joining the SWAT team.
I still think that was the right decision.
The sleeping thing. Not necessarily the having kids thing. The jury is still out on that one.
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